Name: Inari Shiren.
Age: 11
Gender: Male
Rank: Academy Student
Physical Description:
Appearance Now
Appearance during a later young adulthood, if I manage to break the cycle of joining a site for a few months and then ghosting indefinitely
Beyond the reference images listed, Shiren is a healthy-looking boy for his age. He stands approximately 4'9", and weighs 87 pounds. He looks perhaps a bit on the thin side, but far from ill. His black hair is perpetually messy and flutters lazily in the breeze when outdoors. He also has a somewhat pale tone of skin, an oddity considering how much time he has spent outside playing and training.
Shiren's most notable feature, however, is his eyes. An ethereal, ghostly green stains his irises, and people who have maintained eye contact with him for long enough often swear they faintly glow (though no such phenomenon can be observed in the dark). It's a striking, unnatural color, somehow both off-putting and oddly reassuring all at once, and is likely the first thing people notice about him.
In terms of clothing, Shiren tends to wear coats that are unseasonably heavy for Konoha's warm weather, without seeming much perturbed by the heat.
He rarely ever takes them off except for reasons of politeness, and during especially hard physical training. While black and various shades of gray are his goto color scheme, he has slowly started to take to a more interesting palette here and there, especially on festive occasions.
Mental Description:
Shiren exhibits many normal characteristics of an 11 year old boy; he's exploratory, curious, and generally quite happy, though it's incredibly easy to distract him from tasks at hand with interesting information or a game of some sort. He enjoys his ninja training, as hard and frustrating as it could be, at times, and always maintained friendly relations with his peers and instructors to the best of his ability. Indeed, those who take the time to get to know him will find a steadfast, caring, and loyal friend where once a strange boy stood instead.
However, there is something slightly...off about him. Nothing sinister, just that he seems disconnected, dissociated from his reality at times. He will sometimes stare off into the distance during a conversation and immediately change the subject when it's time for him to speak. His mouth rests in a slight smile, an eerie position that rarely changes unless his normally-calm mood is altered. He is also brutally honest about many things, and seems to lack awareness of the need for social conventions...his attitude becomes annoyingly capricious when he is irritated by something, and his anger, though elusive and nigh-impossible to trigger, is explosive.
However, he is no sociopath. He is quite loving to those he trusts, especially his father who has been raising him by himself for the past two years since his mother died. And since his father, a Jonin, has consistently spoken of all of Konohagakure as one large family, that is how Shiren sees the village as well. As such, he is as friendly and outgoing as an oddball like him can be with his peers. He has quite a bit of pride in his community as well...he believes in it wholeheartedly.
Still, he is not blind to his effect on people at times. This is what drives him through his training to become a ninja, beyond wanting to grow strong enough to defend and help finance his village. He wants to learn what has made him so different...and knowing the right jutsu to help him seek out that knowledge is, to him, an awfully fine side benefit to being a productive member of society.
History: Shiren was born as the fourth and final son to a pair of Chuunin, in what would become one of the most nerve wracking deliveries ever to grace Konoha's medical ward. As soon as he began popping his head out to greet the world, it was clear to the medical nin overseeing the birth, one already wrought with numerous problems, that this would be far from easy. The young boy wasn't crying. He couldn't, not when he was somehow choking on his own umbilical cord. And not when he was already dead.
Frantically, the medical team cut him loose and began a combination of CPR and revival jutsu protocols, trying to salvage whatever bit of spark remained in the newborn Shiren to get him breathing again. Every second in this state meant damage to the child's brain, body, and quality of life. They had no choice but to try until they could try no longer.
After they spent a fearful minute and a half resuscitating him, they thankfully succeeded, and quickly established from the vitals they were receiving from the tiny form that little Shiren was doing A-OK. The relieved, ecstatic parents were able to take him home the next day after an observation period, thus beginning his comfortable life among his loving family. There was always sibling rivalry, of course...his cocky, eldest brother had already become a Chuunin by the time Shiren was eligible to enroll in the Academy, and his younger, Genin brothers spent quite a bit of time messing with him with whatever jutsus they'd happened to learn. But in the end, they were family. Inseparable and loving. Until tragedy struck.
His mother died one night mysteriously in her sleep, after a few days of being sick with some sort of flu. The coroner had ruled out obvious foul play, and she had no enemies to speak of as a Medical Nin that rarely saw combat that could lead to some sort of investigation. But the fact that it seemed to be chance didn't lessen the blow for the family. Times changed for them; they worked harder to keep what remained of their little clan afloat financially, and ate their dinners in silence where there once was great laughter and jubilation. Shiren, about 9 around then, was only just beginning his training at this time...but somehow, it didn't break him, despite his youth. It only made him more determined.
Which brought him to now, at 11 years of age, nearing his graduation to the rank of Genin. He was almost there...almost there to helping his family, almost there to being a competent ninja, and almost there to perhaps learning about himself...or about why his mother had to be taken from him so soon.
Age: 11
Gender: Male
Rank: Academy Student
Physical Description:
Appearance Now
Appearance during a later young adulthood, if I manage to break the cycle of joining a site for a few months and then ghosting indefinitely
Beyond the reference images listed, Shiren is a healthy-looking boy for his age. He stands approximately 4'9", and weighs 87 pounds. He looks perhaps a bit on the thin side, but far from ill. His black hair is perpetually messy and flutters lazily in the breeze when outdoors. He also has a somewhat pale tone of skin, an oddity considering how much time he has spent outside playing and training.
Shiren's most notable feature, however, is his eyes. An ethereal, ghostly green stains his irises, and people who have maintained eye contact with him for long enough often swear they faintly glow (though no such phenomenon can be observed in the dark). It's a striking, unnatural color, somehow both off-putting and oddly reassuring all at once, and is likely the first thing people notice about him.
In terms of clothing, Shiren tends to wear coats that are unseasonably heavy for Konoha's warm weather, without seeming much perturbed by the heat.
He rarely ever takes them off except for reasons of politeness, and during especially hard physical training. While black and various shades of gray are his goto color scheme, he has slowly started to take to a more interesting palette here and there, especially on festive occasions.
Mental Description:
Shiren exhibits many normal characteristics of an 11 year old boy; he's exploratory, curious, and generally quite happy, though it's incredibly easy to distract him from tasks at hand with interesting information or a game of some sort. He enjoys his ninja training, as hard and frustrating as it could be, at times, and always maintained friendly relations with his peers and instructors to the best of his ability. Indeed, those who take the time to get to know him will find a steadfast, caring, and loyal friend where once a strange boy stood instead.
However, there is something slightly...off about him. Nothing sinister, just that he seems disconnected, dissociated from his reality at times. He will sometimes stare off into the distance during a conversation and immediately change the subject when it's time for him to speak. His mouth rests in a slight smile, an eerie position that rarely changes unless his normally-calm mood is altered. He is also brutally honest about many things, and seems to lack awareness of the need for social conventions...his attitude becomes annoyingly capricious when he is irritated by something, and his anger, though elusive and nigh-impossible to trigger, is explosive.
However, he is no sociopath. He is quite loving to those he trusts, especially his father who has been raising him by himself for the past two years since his mother died. And since his father, a Jonin, has consistently spoken of all of Konohagakure as one large family, that is how Shiren sees the village as well. As such, he is as friendly and outgoing as an oddball like him can be with his peers. He has quite a bit of pride in his community as well...he believes in it wholeheartedly.
Still, he is not blind to his effect on people at times. This is what drives him through his training to become a ninja, beyond wanting to grow strong enough to defend and help finance his village. He wants to learn what has made him so different...and knowing the right jutsu to help him seek out that knowledge is, to him, an awfully fine side benefit to being a productive member of society.
History: Shiren was born as the fourth and final son to a pair of Chuunin, in what would become one of the most nerve wracking deliveries ever to grace Konoha's medical ward. As soon as he began popping his head out to greet the world, it was clear to the medical nin overseeing the birth, one already wrought with numerous problems, that this would be far from easy. The young boy wasn't crying. He couldn't, not when he was somehow choking on his own umbilical cord. And not when he was already dead.
Frantically, the medical team cut him loose and began a combination of CPR and revival jutsu protocols, trying to salvage whatever bit of spark remained in the newborn Shiren to get him breathing again. Every second in this state meant damage to the child's brain, body, and quality of life. They had no choice but to try until they could try no longer.
After they spent a fearful minute and a half resuscitating him, they thankfully succeeded, and quickly established from the vitals they were receiving from the tiny form that little Shiren was doing A-OK. The relieved, ecstatic parents were able to take him home the next day after an observation period, thus beginning his comfortable life among his loving family. There was always sibling rivalry, of course...his cocky, eldest brother had already become a Chuunin by the time Shiren was eligible to enroll in the Academy, and his younger, Genin brothers spent quite a bit of time messing with him with whatever jutsus they'd happened to learn. But in the end, they were family. Inseparable and loving. Until tragedy struck.
His mother died one night mysteriously in her sleep, after a few days of being sick with some sort of flu. The coroner had ruled out obvious foul play, and she had no enemies to speak of as a Medical Nin that rarely saw combat that could lead to some sort of investigation. But the fact that it seemed to be chance didn't lessen the blow for the family. Times changed for them; they worked harder to keep what remained of their little clan afloat financially, and ate their dinners in silence where there once was great laughter and jubilation. Shiren, about 9 around then, was only just beginning his training at this time...but somehow, it didn't break him, despite his youth. It only made him more determined.
Which brought him to now, at 11 years of age, nearing his graduation to the rank of Genin. He was almost there...almost there to helping his family, almost there to being a competent ninja, and almost there to perhaps learning about himself...or about why his mother had to be taken from him so soon.
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